Tuesday, December 26, 2017


Image via Dab’s Magazine
It was Carl Sagan who said,
 “We’re made of star stuff. We are a way for the cosmos to know itself.” 

The following was posted by ZenPencil.com on November 9th of this year, on the 83rd anniversary of Carl Sagan's birth.  He passed away in 1996.  I have two apologies to make.  The first is that I did not post this earlier, but I had misplaced it.  The second is that I know it runs over some other stuff on the right side of the page but I was unable to adjust  the size.  Regardless, it is well worth looking at & taking what you can from it.

If you have some tissues handy, you might first want to read this from his wife, Ann Druyan:

"When my husband died, because he was so famous and known for not being a believer, many people would come up to me — it still sometimes happens — and ask me if Carl changed at the end and converted to a belief in an afterlife. They also frequently ask me if I think I will see him again.

Carl faced his death with unflagging courage and never sought refuge in illusions. The tragedy was that we knew we would never see each other again. I don’t ever expect to be reunited with Carl. But, the great thing is that when we were together, for nearly twenty years, we lived with a vivid appreciation of how brief and precious life is. We never trivialized the meaning of death by pretending it was anything other than a final parting.

Every single moment that we were alive and we were together was miraculous-not miraculous in the sense of inexplicable or supernatural. We knew we were beneficiaries of chance. . . . That pure chance could be so generous and so kind. . . . That we could find each other, as Carl wrote so beautifully in Cosmos, you know, in the vastness of space and the immensity of time. . . . That we could be together for twenty years. That is something which sustains me and it’s much more meaningful. . . .

The way he treated me and the way I treated him, the way we took care of each other and our family, while he lived. That is so much more important than the idea I will see him someday. I don’t think I’ll ever see Carl again. But I saw him. We saw each other. We found each other in the cosmos, and that was wonderful.”